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These Bones is a punk band, like The Beatles. Excavated in the dirty summer of 2001, These Bones rose from the grave and started working like beasts. They self-recorded a heap of tunes and brought them to local audiences and the local police. The first three guerrilla-performances (in a living room, on a porch, and in a backyard) were all crashed by the cops and warnings were given. And those warnings were then mutilated, screen-printed, collaged, scanned, and coded to make a tactful and tactile website describing the whole event (www.thesebones.com). And that comfortably gritty middle between hi-tech and lo-fi is where These Bones break and grind themselves into a tiny pile of rock and roll dust - potent enough to make girls ignore their boyfriends and start dancing alone at the foot of the stage.

These Bones recently began a relationship with producer/engineer Tim O'Heir (The All-American Rejects, Sebadoh, stellastarr*) and recorded a single for the song "Rugburns" but with "Line for Line" and "Liquids and Solids". The new These Bones single is "Nirvana-esque rock with a sunnier disposition" (Sugarzine) and is starting to stretch the stitches of various record label executives. The live shows are no longer attended by cops, but by hungry fans panning for solid golden rock and roll nuggets in the marrow running through These Bones.

These Bones reside in a tiny do-it-yourself house that they made themselves and wallpapered with wheat-pasted show flyers from gigs past. They steal technology and tweak it until its punk, they take punk and punk it until its pop. They invent colors. They create all their own art and rearrange it into perfect songs. And these songs explain the process that These Bones used to create it all.